S., W. · published 1613 · first performed or written 1600 [c.1599-1602] (Annals) history · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T6 Money, debt and credit · 521 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.
So all goes well, it is as I would have it, Banister he is with the Governor: And shortly shall have guives upon his heels, It glads my heart to think upon the slave, I hope to have his body rot in prison: And after here, his wife to hang herself, And all his children die for want of food, The jewels I have brought to Antwerp, Are reckoned to be worth five thousand pound, Which scarcely stood me in three hundredth pound, I bought them at an easy kind of rate, I care not which way they came by them That sold them me, it comes not near my heart. And lest they should be stolen as sure they are, I thought it meet to sell them here in Antwerp, And so have left them in the governors hand, Who offers me within two hundredth pound Of all my price: but now no more of that, I must go see and if my bills be safe, The which I sent to Master Cromwell, That if the wind should keep me on the sea, He might arrest him here before I came: And in good time, see where he is: God save you sir. And you, pray pardon me, I know you not. It may be so sir, but my name is Bagot, The man that sent to you the bills of debt. O the man that pursues Banister, Here are the bills of debt you sent to me: As for the man you know best where he is, It is reported yu'aue a flinty heart, A mind that will not stoop to any pity; An eye that knows not how to shed a tear, A hand that's always open for reward, But Master Bagot would you be ruled by me: You should turn all these to the contrary, Your heart should still have feeling of remorse, Your mind, according to your state, be liberal To those that stand in need and in distress; Your hand to help them that do stand in want, Rather than with your poise to hold them down, For every ill turn show yourself more kind, Thus should I do, pardon, I speak my mind. I sir, you speak to here what I would say, But you must live I know, as well as I: I know this place to be extortion, And 'tis not for a man to keep safe here, But he must lie, cog, with his dearest friend; And as for pity, scorn it, hate all conscience, But yet I do commend your wit in this, To make a show, of what I hope you are not, But I commend you and 'tis well done, This is the only way to bring your gain. My gain: I had rather chain me to an ore, And like a slave there toil out all my life, Before i'd live so base a slave as thou: I like an hypocrite to make a show, Of seeming virtue and a devil within? No Bagot, if thy conscience were as clear, Poor Banister, near had been troubled here.
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So all goes well, it is as I would haue it, Baniſter he is with the Gouernour: And ſhortly ſhall haue guiues vpon his heeles, It glads my hart to thinke vpon the ſlaue, I hope to haue his body rot in priſon: And after here, his wife to hang her ſelfe, And all his children die for want of foode, The Iewels I haue brought to Antwarpe, Are recon'd to be worth fiue thouſand pound, Which ſcarcely ſtoode me in three hundreth pound, I bought them at an eaſie kinde of rate, I care not which way they came by them That ſould them me, it comes not neare my hart. And leaſt they ſhould be ſtolne as ſure they are, I thought it meete to ſell them here in Antwarpe, And ſo haue left them in the Gouernours hand, Who offers me within two hundreth pound Of all my price: but now no more of that, I muſt goe ſee and if my billes be ſafe, The which I ſent to Maiſter Cromwell, That if the winde ſhould keepe me on the ſea, He might areſt him here before I came: And in good time, ſee where he is: God ſaue you ſir. And you, pray pardon me, I know you not. It may be ſo ſir, but my name is Bagot, The man that ſent to you the billes of debt. O the man that perſues Baniſter, Here are the billes of debt you ſent to me: As for the man you know beſt where he is, It is reported yu'aue a flintie hart, A minde that will not ſtoope to any pittie; An eye that knowes not how to ſhed a teare, A hand thats alwayes open for rerd, But Maiſter Bagot would you be ruled by me: You ſhould turne all theſe to the contrarie, Your hart ſhould ſtill haue feeling of remorſe, Your minde, according to your ſtate, be liberall To thoſe that ſtand in neede and in diſtreſſe; Your hand to helpe them that doe ſtand in want, Rather then with your poyſe to holde them downe, For euery ill turne ſhow your ſelfe more kinde, Thus ſhould I doe, pardon, I ſpeake my minde. I ſir, you ſpeake to here what I would ſay, But you muſt liue I know, as well as I: I know this place to be extortion, And tis not for a man to keepe ſafe here, But he muſt lye, cog, with his deareſt friend; And as for pittie, ſcorne it, hate all conſcience, But yet I doe commend your wit in this, To make a ſhow, of what I hope you are not, But I commend you and tis well done, This is the onely way to bring your gaine. My gaine: I had rather chaine me to an ore, And like a ſlaue there toile out all my life, Before ide liue ſo baſe a ſlaue as thou: I like an hipocrite to make a ſhow, Of ſeeming vertue and a diuell within? No Bagot, if thy conſcience were as cleare, Poore Baniſter, nere had beene troubled here.